“Please call me Cami. Everyone does.” John had to admit this woman had a wonderful enchanting smile and relaxing outgoing manner. The middle-aged...Canadian wished he could find a sexy wife like this. “In my younger days I was a model and then I worked at an advertising agency for a while. But now…” Cami paused and looked about her huge house. She let her eyes travel around the massive orange-brown terra cotta tile deck. The expansive residence was located in a district renown for famous. Things have more or less sorted themselves out, and about as well as could be expected, given what was going on.”“So it’s all resolved?”“No, but it’s moving in the right direction. When I was here the last time, it was moving in the wrong direction at breakneck speed.”“That’s good to hear. How long do you think all of this will take?” she asked.“Most of the day. I’d guess until around 3:30pm or so, with lunch. By the way, you never told me how your trip to Moscow went.”“It was fun, though I. .the sight of those seamed stockings and heels would keep me hard for a while.When we got to the RItz, my wife said she was going to scope out the bar and that I should register and take the bag to the room and meet her in the bar. I did as she asked and you can imagine the thrill I got when I got to the bar and found her like this...kissing someone I didn't know while he finger fucked her right there in the bar. I knew it could only get better once we got upstairs. I waited till they came up. Some one spoke to her. She jumped, almost dropping the small treasure. "Please, Fraulein, do not break it. Many men have died to have that here for your pleasure." He laughed, taking the egg from her and placing it back on the table. "Do you like it?" Oh, yes. Very much. It is very lovely," Ruth replied, trying to smile."Your name, Fraulein?" Uh... Anna." You are beautiful, Fraulein Anna. So much more beautiful than the egg." He laughed easily. "You are what all German girls should be. It is.